Once again on Tuesday night, all of the tell-tale signs were on display.

Jose Mourinho turned to his supporters in disgust with a “See what I mean?” look after Marcus Rashford missed an early sitter, dragged the cameras away from Marouane Fellaini’s goal celebrations by doing a thrash-metal impression on the touchline and when a microphone appeared his first thought was not to praise his players and thank his fans, but to trumpet his own genius by pointing out he’s never failed to qualify for the Champions League knock-out stages.

Further proof that Manchester United are managed by an ill man, suffering from a condition coined last week by the New York Post: Trump Imitation Syndrome.

The symptoms have been on display for a while — indeed, some are so old you could argue Trump is suffering Mourinho Imitation Syndrome.

Mourinho going all Pete Townshend on the energy drinks again overshadowed what his team had done (Image: EMPICS Sport)

Both have a self-love not even Narcissus could match, feed off conspiracy theories and ride roughshod over the truth, believing facts only exist to be twisted in their favour.

Both sulk and pout when they’re not centre of attention, belittle even the mildest of critics, obsess on opponents and detest hostile journalists — but know how to use friendly ones.

They are loners with few close friends. Bullies who throw decent colleagues under buses. They paint themselves as outsiders lobbing grenades at the elites when both were born into wealth and their successful fathers gave them a big leg-up into the same career they had prospered in.

Which brings us to Mourinho’s latest attempts to divert attention away from his own failings.

“We were more like men. We were more mature. We were more prepared for life. We were less protected. Our kids are more spoilt than we were by our parents,” he told Stoichkov, claiming that their own hungry generation had more balls.

A sentiment he echoed after United’s goalless draw with Crystal Palace on Saturday.

Which is hypocrisy right up there with Trump telling destitute migrants and dispossessed black youths that their problems are nothing, when he’s been cosseted and affluent all of his life.

Here, from 2007, is how esteemed football author Simon Kuper summed up Mourinho’s childhood: “As a boy he lived on the estate of his great-uncle, a sardine-canning magnate.

“Mourinho played football with a servant and attended private schools, thus escaping the miserable education then reserved for most Portuguese. He learnt the languages that made his career.”

Like Trump, who grew up wealthy and magically managed to escape the Vietnam War draft, no working-class youngster need take life lessons from Mourinho.

Sadly, like Trump, that inconvenient truth won’t register with him but be sneered at as fake news.

Besides, United won their last game. So, as in Republican America, all is swell. His Florida paymasters have no appetite to replace him while the cash is still rolling in, even if they had a clue who to replace them with.